The love story was a true teenage story about him and I. That happened probably 6 years ago when we were really young and flashing back, it seems like it was yesterday. The msn texts, smses, .. the anticipating feeling of receiving his smses every single moment, the nonsensical quarrels & fights, going to school tgt with his dad driving us, morning talks at the corner of the staircase which sometimes were like "Heaven" / "Hell" - those who have seen/passed by us would have known where it is.. and the list just goes on.. All these little memories stay vividly in my mind for 5 and a half years. How I hope all of them are recorded in DVD so that I can play it again and again in my player and reminisce all the wonderful and tough days we had been through. Though, I've had them recorded in my tiny brain. I would prefer to have both.
Sitting here in my living room, supposedly to get a good night sleep from a day's work, is missing my boy who is far far away from home and is out in the jungle. Another week to your return. Tomorrow don't seem like a weekend for me anymore. I just want you home safe and sound. I know you will, right? I'm waiting for you.
I just want to lie in your arms, baby.
